Chapter 46 The Real King of Haidongqing

The teenager's face is expressionless. This old man is so funny that he has done all his moves thoroughly, even the action language is the same.

Looking at the old man pretending, the teenager interrupted rudely.

"Old man, it would be great if you vomited to death. Unfortunately, it's white every time."

The old man who vomited wildly immediately changed his face. Just now, his embarrassed posture was traceless, and his eyes were full of wolflight. He felt cold all over, and the teenager patted his head and scolded himself. Why did he forget that his life was still in the hands of others?

"Qin Zifeng, let's settle the accounts for many years today!"

The teenager who pretended to be trembling, that is, Qin Feng returned to his original place.

"Old man, that's what you said. You promised me at the beginning. If I met you, I would win. Today, I not only met you, but also cut off a corner of your blue clothes. What did you say?

Lao Dao smiled and took action, and Qin Feng came to Lao Dao, a little apart.

This force scared Qin Feng, but immediately his face turned green and his eyes were afraid. It seems that he thought of something terrible. Did the old man think that I could pick it and finally attack the young master?

Oh, my God, I have ruined Qin Zifeng's reputation and my life of chastity! The old Taoist priest won't let you go, but now Qin Feng has nothing to do. Slowly close his eyes. There is a sentence in his mind that life is very skinny. Since he can't resist, let's take it as enjoyment. Maybe this old man can't conquer the young master. At that time, I can't... Pooh, what are you thinking? This is so evil, unlike the young master.

"Ah, ah, Qin Zi's soul is so light that he dares to spit on the old man's face. It's really unbearable!"

Qin Feng, who closed his eyes, only felt the roaring in his ears and cold all over his body before he could react. I have been thrown on the snow by Lao Dao, struggling to open my eyes. No, that's a pair of bear paws!

"P"

The head was fanned, and it was already dizzy, but then it was even more dizzy. However, in a daze, the bear paws seem to come again. It's not good that this is Dalian's move. After that, the young master is going to become a pig's head. Damn it!

Bastard, this old bastard, when I can beat you, I must stew your turtle brother and watch you eat it one bite. It's not too late for a gentleman to avenge. I've only waited for three years, young master, and there are still seven years left. I'll wait!

When he was young, perhaps tired, the old Taoist priest finally let go of Qin Feng, dragged Qin Feng's clothes and walked away, leaving a bitter winter tour of earthworms on the ground. Qin Feng lay on the ground, playing with his fingers and allowing the old man to drag himself. Anyway, it was not the first time.

While walking the old way, he said how handsome he was. Qin Feng didn't even look down on his shoes like this. He was already bumpy on the ground, and the old man's language raged along the way. Qin Feng finally broke out. The most terrible thing in the world is not to be beaten, but to always have a fly in your ear to disgust you. The saddest thing is that you have nothing to do with flies and have to bow to the flies.

Someone has resisted, and the consequences are very serious. But the man is still resisting and resisting all the time. At this time, he has to resist again.

With a pat on the ground, the body lying on the ground suddenly rose, flipped several times, and threw a corner of broken clothes.

"Hey, this is interesting. After so many years, you still don't repent!"

The old man laughed, but his body did not stop. Ruying stuck to Qin Feng, and a pair of old hands went to Qin Feng's head. It seems that the old Taoist priest has a special preference for Qin Feng's face. He doesn't hit him anywhere else, but only hits his face.

Originally, Qin Feng vowed to say that the ancients would not hit people in the face, and it would be good to see each other in the future. As a supernatural immortal, you should lead by example. How can you slap him in the face? This is very unnatural! However, this was to lift a stone and hit himself in the foot. The old Taoist priest was a genius, a series of bombardments, and his sharp words completely defeated Qin Feng.

How do you know what a fairy looks like, if you are not an immortal; as an immortal, the old man hasn't said anything to say, and you have no immortals; the old way is a fairy, and you know how to do it. If you are like mortals, the people will not be immortals that day, and the left side of the immortals is different from mortals; Besides, you It's not that the best way to relieve people's hatred is to hit people in the face. Why can't you be old-fashioned?

This time, as usual, Qin Feng couldn't help but take action. The consequence was that Qin Feng grabbed an old turtle in the cold pool and swaggered in front of Lao Dao. Qin Feng knew that this was the fate of the old Taoist priest. He didn't know it before, but he couldn't get into the cold pool and trembling with cold every time.

But he didn't give up. This time he was still just going to try it, but when he went down to the cold pool, he found that he could stay in it for a while. He immediately found the turtle and grabbed it. He knew that years of revenge had to be avenged today.

However, he saw the old man smile. What do you mean? He will never think that the old man is crazy. Even if he is crazy, the old man will not be crazy. He knew that the old man had been here alone for many years. He had been fine for so many years. How could he be crazy now?

No, it's very wrong.

"Old man, what bad water are you thinking about? Don't think about it. Can't I put it back? Just let me go!"

The old man slowly walked to Qin Feng, smiling still, more warm and warm. Unfortunately, Qin Feng could not feel any warmth. On the contrary, he felt that things were not good, and something unpredictable was likely to happen, which would also severely destroy his young heart.

The old road went forward, and Qin Feng retreated.

"Wang"

There is no way behind you, and if you retreat, you will fall into Tianchi. There is an old way in front, and there is no way back.

"Here you are, don't have any more ideas. Everything today doesn't count. Can't I admit defeat?"

Qin Feng held a turtle in his hands, pitiful.

Picking up the old turtle, the old Taoist priest laughed.

No, crazy, really crazy. Qin Feng took advantage of the old man's laughter and was about to leave this place of right and wrong at full power. However, after running for a long time, he found that he was in place. What was the situation? As soon as he looked up, he cried.

The old Taoist priest grabbed his collar and let him run without running. It seems that he will be unlucky today.

"Let's go. You have another big thing to do tomorrow. I'll tell you everything today."

The old Taoist priest was a little sad, and his tone was really unacceptable, Qin Feng said carefully.

"Are you sure you have nothing to do? Isn't it because you just got sick and have a fever?"

After saying that, Qin Feng was ready to accept the destruction of the old Taoist priest, but this time there was nothing.

"Go ahead and call the two little ones. Today, as you wish, stew this turtle. By the way, take out your fairy wine tasting. You have made a lot of money in the past few years, so you should have saved a lot.

After saying that, the old Taoist priest walked to the hut alone.

I don't know why Qin Feng's nose is a little sour.

Looking at the lonely figure of the old Taoist priest in the snow, it seems that under the cold wind, as an old immortal, he is also so fragile, snowflakes flying and the cold wind is piercing. There seems to be only one old man left in the world. He struggles and wanders alone in the white world. Why, why were his footprints printed on the snow this time? It was not very close to the hut, and the old man left a line of his first marks on the ground.

The clothes were swept up by the roaring wind, and the old man did not look back, just slowly, slowly. In the past, Qin Feng looked like an old man, but this time, Qin Feng saw a ricke old man, his sadness, his loneliness, and everything.

Qin Feng doesn't know why he feels like this. Is he born a masochist and can't see it well? No, it's definitely not like this. Why on earth is it that makes the old man like this?

Suddenly, Qin Feng remembered what Xi Zhicai said to him. The old Taoist priest seemed to have said before that they had a three-year relationship, three years, three years, and this year seemed to have arrived. Is it going to go down the mountain?

He can understand what he said.

In three years, his three brothers and Laodao can be said to be teachers and friends, and they have learned a lot, especially himself. Qin Feng felt that he had benefited a lot. Thinking of this, Qin Feng is not in a better mood than at the beginning. The old Taoist priest is an interesting person. After living together for so long, he has already adapted to each other's existence. Even if you are beaten, you will be very happy. It's like a joke between friends.

Qin Feng may not fully understand the sadness of the old man, but he can guess some.

Forget it, let's change the eldest brother and the second one first. Just now, the eldest and the second must have been scared. They ran far away and hid. Well, it's a pity that they didn't know that the old man was abnormal today and didn't hit anyone. Er, no, it's abnormal after fighting. Their choice is wise.

Oh, I'm unlucky.

Qin Feng looked at the sky, hoping for a clip in his mouth, and a whistle spread far away.

"Ga···"

A clear sound came from the white Cangyu, and something like an eagle swooed down, flying as fast as lightning and thunder. As soon as the voice arrived, his shadow had arrived in front of Qin Feng. This unknown guy is very Shenjun, docked on Qin Feng's shoulder. It's hard to imagine that when he dived, he fell so quickly and had a thousand power, but there was nothing left on Qin Feng's shoulder.

Black claws, but this black is a little weird. It's not ordinary black. The claws have a faint light and are extremely sharp and dare not look directly at them. There is no doubt that it can tear people's chest with one claw, and there is no need to worry about the death.

The whole body is dark, accompanied by nine ghosts, and there is a smell of blood. The double beads are sharp, straight, dazzling and cold. On its head, a golden hair is particularly conspicuous, which is the symbol of the king.

This is a Haidongqing, a kind of king Haidongqing that does not have in later generations. At first, Qin Feng didn't know him yet. At this time, the group of grassland people offered it. This was a gift that they admired and their god. The old Taoist priest said that this kind of Haidong is rare and rarely appears. It is extremely fierce. Its temperament is resolute and fierce, and its quality can be compared with the stars in the sky. Its power is as strong as a stone, and its speed is as fast as lightning and thunder.

At the same time, it is also the eagle god and the god of sculpture, which is a symbol of strength and power. The god of sculpture is the most fierce cosmic god. A hundred years of rarness is not enough to describe its magic. Its nobility, Qin Feng named him Qingming, which means that it belongs to the sky, where it is its kingdom. Above Qingming, it is respected.

But at this time, it is so humane and hangs on Qin Feng's shoulder.

Looking at the little guy on his shoulder, patted him on the head and laughed

"Go ahead and call the boss and the second back."

Qing Ming shouted dissatisfiedly, and then spread his wings straight into the sky and instantly reached the white sky. White snow did not hinder it at all. It soars against the cold wind, and it dominates the sky, and even the sky does not accept it.

Not long after, there was another cry. Qin Feng smiled. Knowing that Qingming had given the news to Xi Zhicai and Guo Jia, he turned around and walked to the hut.

There, there is also an old man waiting for them.